Please forgive any errors. I wrote this half asleep. I am still half asleep lol.

Penname: Jburdick

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M

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Prompt: Word Prompt: Barrier

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I sipped my drink slowly, eyeing the curtain barrier blocking the backstage area. It was the one thing blocking me from what I wanted most, well that and the huge body building security guard in front of it.

My one goal tonight was to get behind that damn curtain. What is behind that curtain, you ask? It just so happens to be the sexiest, most soulfully amazing and completely arousing Edward Mason. He was a local solo act that I had been secretly stalking from club to club for the past six months.

The first time I saw him was when I foolishly subjected myself to a blind date. The first real date I had had in years, it was a complete train wreck. Especially considering the moment I heard his voice I froze, tuned everything else out, including my date, and found the face of the man I would dream about from that night on.

Edward was the object of desire for almost every woman to feast her eyes on him. It was only crazies like me that went to every damn show he did, hide at the bar and drink away my sorrows on Vodka Cranberries.

Tonight was going to be different. Because tonight was the night I was going to sneak backstage and speak with him for the first time. I just had to figure out a way past the giant and I would be golden.

I watched the security guard closely, checking for signs of weakness. He seemed to be eyeing some leggy blonde at a table near him. I stood from the bar stool and drained my glass, setting it gently on the bar so as to not attract attention to myself.

I thought I looked pretty inconspicuous in my skinny jeans, chucks and a black hooded sweatshirt. I was hoping against hope that he wouldn't notice me and I could slide right in behind him. When I got within ten feet of the curtain he put his full attention on me. Fuck.

I wonder if a lot of people try to sneak back and see Edward. Hell, he probably had a group of girls in there already with him. I shuddered and tried to pretend he was saving himself for me and no other girl had even so much as kissed him. Ha! I was so delusional.

I shoved my hands into my pockets and leaned against the wall. He was still watching me with a skeptical eye. I tried not to make full eye contact with him, knowing I would give myself away immediately if I did. Ten minutes later I was about to give up and just go home when there was a commotion on the opposite side of the stage.

Three drunk guys were trying to climb up the side of the stage, laughing and cursing as they went. Big guy cast one last glance at me and ran to stop the three stooges from getting on the stage and inevitably getting hurt.

I knew my opportunity when I saw It. Shit. I'm no fool.

I booked it, running as fast as I could, flying through the curtain and down the hall. I entered the first unlocked door I could find and quickly shut the door behind me. I hadn't been paying attention to anything that may have been written on the doors, so I had no idea where I was.

I heard quiet voices coming from outside the door and hid as best I could behind a tall rolling suitcase.

"I haven't seen anything outa whack thus far, but I'll keep an eyes out, Em. Thanks man." I heard Edward's voice, slightly muffled from being on the other side of the door.

When the door knob turned I finally put two and two together and realized I was in Edward's dressing room. Lovely.

I ducked down further, hoping to keep from being seen. I was trying to be as quiet as I could, but EDWARD FREAKING MASON was less than five feet to me.

I could smell him he was so close. All man and musky.

Edward's jeans appeared on the ground next to me and I almost gasped out loud. He was undressing? A shirt followed, as well as his wife beater and shoes. I wanted so badly to peak around the luggage and look at him I was nearly clawing at the back of the suitcase.

My balls kicked in a bit and I chanced a glance at him. My jaw dropped when I saw the lines of sweaty muscle and sinew. I was salivating so much it was disgusting, but I couldn't look away. There was a line of dark hair that went straight down to his boxers, that were slung so low I could also see the top of a bush.

Why does he have to be so good looking, I thought to myself. It really wasn't fair.

Once he had on a new pair of jeans I could finally jumpstart my brain and try to think of a way out of here. I know, I know. The whole breaking in was to get in here, and now that I was…well I was speechless.

Edward padded barefoot over to his small closet and started flipping through some clothes. I decided now would be as good as any time to get away. Edward was holding up two shirts out in front of him, most likely trying to decide which one he should wear.

I started crawling toward the door. I got no more than two steps when he spoke directly to me.

"So, which one do you like best?" Edward asked in a playful tone. I glanced up at him wide eyed and he smiled from ear to ear.

I sighed and fell back onto the floor. Fuck. Caught red handed.

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